drink my piss you nasty slut yeah yeah

I love my stove (Делит на бите, сука)

Ayy, yuh, yeah

I be eatin' the pu**y, sippin' Henny, I'm gon' fook it up

I got all the fookin' bands, ho, we can chill or some'n

I don't wan' care no more, that nigka, you should give me your shite

Smokin' Backwoods, side nigka, I'ma slice you up or some'n

Gang gang, he ain't flippin' no shite

Yo' biatch do the same thing, but I ain't changin’

This Scotch got me real fooked up, she finna get fooked up

I'm a fooking bartard, got all the heart, I gotta lick her cuhnt

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I know lots of nigkas that got guns for fun

And when they handlin' the drum it go dun-dun-dun

Because they comin' and it's rainin', cover up the sun

"I don't self-snitch," tell him if you up to some

But I cap in my raps, so the rats cannot tell the difference

I like snorting smack off her back while I'm acid trippin'

I might put the 'Gnac in my crack, now my butthole sippin'

Biatch, I like to cap, like a hat, anarchy the mission

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